Making Up with Makeup

Last week I pulled my head out of my ass, got the top of it cut and colored by the lovely Jubilee, and the front of if painted by makeup artist Stacy McClure.

I’m here to write about my experience with Stacy.

Stacy McClure, ready to pounce.

“Hi” greets Stacy, so damn cute and sunny standing in the doorway of her Bernal Heights home studio. “You look so much better in person than you do in your photos!” Um, thanks?

Stacy happens to be a dear friend of Jslow’s. They met as Cupertino teens, sharing a huge passion for Rockabilly. I do not hold that against either one of them.

Her fascination with the face started at the tender age of 10, where she first began sketching her friends’ portraits on paper, changing canvases to the actual face in high school, painting the eyes, cheeks and lips of her classmates for dances.

She graduated from friend’s faces to strangers’, starting her career in retail cosmetics to become a regional makeup trainer for MAC Cosmetics in Portland. From there she began to freelance and built such a following that she started and continues her own practice, “Makeup by Stacy.”

Me, post Stacy.

When Jslow practically begged me to see Stacy, I must admit I felt the same sense of dread I get prior to visiting the dentist, knowing I’m about to be scolded for not flossing or brushing enough. I knew Stacy would recoil from my lack of eyebrow maintenance, acne scars, wrinkles, age spots and everything else I’m too lazy to deal with.

Because I spent my formative years constantly covering my pimples in a clammy and claustrophobic mask of heavy foundation and tinted Clearasil, the thought of going back under a mask of makeup is not appealing. One of the best things about getting older, at least for me, is the fact that the oil has dried up, most of the zits are gone, and I don’t need to wear makeup to feel okay. I put that in the win column.

Yet, I know that wrinkles and dark circles are the acne and oil of yore, and need to be dealt with, at least with a slight hand.

Stacy knows this. She knows I know it too.

She can also see right through me.

“Will you do everything I teach you today?” she asks as I nod, my face about 3 inches from a hand-held mirror, just about the most horrifying experience in the world. “I know you won’t” she says. She is right about the “everything”, but I will do some things, and for me, that is progress.

And what did Stacy teach me in our hour together?

My new secret weapon: Laura Mercier Secret Camouflage + brush.

Enough for ten more posts. Since Jslow did such a thorough piece on Stacy here, please check it out to learn how to apply makeup to your over-40 face, and what products to buy — it’s invaluable. You can also check out Stacy’s blog, beautybeyond40 for more tips on how to look your best.

Our face is the most important part of our outer being, the only body part you can’t hide under slouchy jeans, an over-sized sweater, big fluffy coat or baseball cap pulled down to our nose. It also has the power to negate all of the hard work we do to style every inch of our bodies in the latest fashions.

For you ladies lucky enough to live in the Bay Area who want to learn how be an even better you, we can’t recommend a visit to Stacy more highly. And don’t worry, she won’t be blasting the Stray Cats Strut. Unless Rockabilly is your thing, too.

About BSB

We are Blank Stare, Blink. Two wives, mothers, sisters, daughters of coaches, products of public schools and suburban homes, women of a certain age who blog about our lives as lovers of fashion and style, and haters of anyone or anything that stands in our way of feeling good about who we truly are, which these days happens to be Father Time – to whom we give the finger!